| Roll that shit up, nigga
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| That Californian
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| (Mustard on the beat, ho)
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| I ride for my niggas, I die for my niggas
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| But hopefully none of us go, I’mma keep gettin' money
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| And stay one hunnid, & I put the bro’s before hoes
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| We don’t trust you niggas, fuck you niggas
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| We don’t trust you niggas
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| We don’t trust you niggas, fuck you niggas
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| We don’t trust you niggas
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| We don’t trust you niggas
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| We’ll fuck your bitch, then make her fuck my clique
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| If I can’t get you
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| I’mma get her & and play piano with her clit'
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| Niggas try & go against the clique
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| But how some broke niggas gon' go against rich?
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| It’s all bad if I crack your bitch, I’m gettin' money
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| I should go gold, this is thick, yeah
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| They say you live and your learn, well I learned
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| Niggas won’t be shit with a perm'
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| You’s fuckin' with me, now it’s fuckin' with me
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| You say you real? |
| Then you a real-ass dummy
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| Karma might have somebody pop your bitch ass
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| Now your mama hopin' she ain’t lost your bitch ass
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| Keep callin' my phone, askin' me for favors
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| So I have to put a block on your bitch ass
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| E-B-G, everybody get it
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| Certified young nigga give a damn 'bout a nigga
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| YG man, fuck these niggas
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| If a nigga cross us we’ll hash out a nigga
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| Can’t compete my right hand with my left hand
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| Glocks don’t jam, shootin' shots at you niggas
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| Bad bitch she in California and rollin' Californian, OG kush, nigga
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| When I’m in the club, shooters outside
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| They don’t give a damn 'bout a nigga standin' in the crowd
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| If a hater turnt up, lift my head up
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| Bet them young niggas gon' turn his ass down
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| I don’t trust nobody, don’t trust me
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| Took a lot of niggas' shit when I was on E
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| You know Young Scooter, you’ll know the street
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| Man fuck y’all niggas, cause I gotta eat |